Well Monday evening early, today we had a "lunging incident" early in the morning (someone was walking their dog past the fence next to where Jack does his business, and of course he had to explain to them that this is his yard), nothing serious and he didn't get much into it before I caught him. Note - this is the downside of living next to a park with a dog, there is NEVER a quiet moment, even at 6am.
Limping appears to be down again today, although midday his leg did seem a bit swollen, so 1 Rimadyl to help that go down. Also he for some reason developed a desire to lick his "good" foot today, and started licking a raw spot on it; no flipping clue. It's all these little things that kill me.
Is it Thursday yet? Is it October yet? I am so ready for this to be done. Can you tell it was a long day?
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